AN: Honestly going to fast forward to the horny part...
My boyfriend was laying in bed, me on top of him having a heated making out session. As soon as I put my tongue in his mouth I gently caressed my hand over his shoulder and slightly rested it on his neck. His moan was an approval enough for me to continue with my ministrations. He started getting handsy when I grabbed his wrists and pinned them on top of his head with one hand. "Fuck" he said. "You like that baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah love it so much" he replied. I started slowly grinding on his clothed member while we were still making out while moaning in each other's mouths.
I released my hold to remove the bikini top I had on me and threw it across the room. "Fucking hell, fuck me" he said. "You like them baby?" I asked, referencing to my pierced nipples. "Yes mommy I love them"
I began grinding a little rougher when he said "Please stop mommy I'm gonna cum". "Hmm you don't wanna cum in your pants?" I asked. "No no please stop" he said almost giving up. "You wanna cum inside me? Feel my tight pussy clenching on your cock?" I asked. "Yes yes please god please stop I'm so fucking close."
I wrote this as a stand alone but you can read it as a part 2 for this if you want. I wanted more of that desperate desperate Bucky so here we are. Also I’m back at it again with my love for mirrors. I got carried away with this I’m so sorry.
Warnings: Bucky is a desperate horny fuck, his mouth is worse, messy messy smut, breeding kink, pregnancy kink
Let’s say after his first night with you, he can’t keep his hands off you. He denied himself that perfection for way too long and no amount of self pleasure would recreate the way you make him feel. He loves you, he’s in love with you, you could bring him to his knees with the bate of your lashes. Which is why he smuggled you away from the team’s movie night, tossing you onto his bed and stripping your clothes off within seconds.
C/W: Shameless smut. It’s our favorite dirty talkin’, 107 year old super soldier fucking you (his wife) on your period.
Gimme beefy Bucky coming home late, long after his kids are in bed for the night and finding his pretty little wife curled up on the couch with a frown on her perfect face, watching some shitty ass movie.
His cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you in his tshirt and an audible groan rises up from his throat when he rounds the corner completely and notices you’ve chosen to forgo pajama pants altogether. Those innocent little cotton briefs of yours always do him in.
“What’s wrong, momma?” He asks in a low, gravely voice as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, resting a large hand on your bare thigh.
“Cramps.” You reply flatly, not taking your gaze off the garbage rom-com playing on the tv, though you’ve seen it numerous times.
“Oh.” He breathes out, glancing over his shoulder at the dry-erase calendar hanging on the wall in the kitchen that you use to manage your large family’s schedule. “Hm. Two days early?” He asks.
“Yeah, two fucking days early.” You snap, shifting in your seat.
He keeps his grasp firm on your thigh, offering an affectionate squeeze.
“You feelin’ that bad, huh?” He asks in a soft voice that he reserves only for you.
You nod, finally pulling your attention away from the television and turning it onto him. The only light source in the room at this time of night is from the flashing scenes across the flatscreen but that little bit of illumination is all he needs to see how glassy your eyes are.
“Oh, baby girl.” He murmurs, pushing your hair back off your face. “Lemme take care of you.”
You shake your head, knocking free a few of the tears that had been brimming your lash line. “No, there’s nothing you can do to help.”
He scoffs, his hand sliding up the soft flesh of your thigh until his fingertips brush the hem of your underwear.
“No. Baby, no.” You protest, bringing your hand down to stop him but his vibranium hand is faster, catching your wrist and pushing it away.
“Yes. Baby, yes.” He muses, slipping his index finger under the fabric and gently wrapping the string of your tampon around it.
“Bucky, that’s disgusting.” You hiss, frowning at him. “I’m on my period.”
He lets out a low, breathy chuckle as he slowly and carefully begins to tug. “It’s just blood, momma. You think me of all people would be bothered by blood?” He asks softly.
You pause, considering your answer but in your silence he continues. “Besides, wasn’t that part of the vows we exchanged in that sweet little church before God? To have and to hold and to fuck whenever I want?”
“That was not in our vows and you know it.”
“Hm, they weren’t? We should consider renewing those.” He replies with a crooked smirk as he pulls your tampon free, tossing it over the couch and into the waste bin with precision.
“I gotta be honest, baby girl. If the good lord hadn’t intended for me to fuck you everytime my cock was hard, he wouldn’t have blessed you with such a perfect little pussy.”
“Bucky..” you warn, sitting upright as he rises off the couch.
He shushes you, his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt as your eyes settle on the tented crotch of his jeans.
“If you think-“ He mumbles, pulling the leather through the silver buckle and unbuttoning his jeans with his thick fingers. “That I’m not going to bury myself balls deep inside my wife any and every chance I get- you are sorely mistaken.” He tells you matter of factly, tugging his jeans down his defined waist and kicking them unceremoniously aside in a pile at the foot of the couch. “Now take off those sweet little panties before I tear them off of you.”
You hesitate, swallowing down the whimper that rose up in your throat at his command.
“I said, off.” He repeats sternly, stepping out of his boxers and wrapping a hand around his weeping cock. He pumps himself lazily once, twice, in your hesitation before letting out an impatient growl and reaching forward to curl his vibranium fingers under the waistband of underwear, not allowing you a second more to protest before tearing them effortlessly off of your body.
“Now, are you gonna follow my instructions or will I have to pick you up and set you down where you belong?” He asks in a gruff whisper, his blue eyes darkening with desire.
“And where exactly do you think I belong?” You ask him defiantly, pulling at his last thread of patience.
“You-“ He growls, grasping your wrists in a punishing grip and yanking you to your feet. He jerks you towards him as he looms over you, his head dipped down to hold your gaze and his impossibly hard cock pressing against your abdomen, leaving a smear of precum across the soft skin of your belly.
“You belong wrapped around me.” He murmurs, cupping your jaw gently and brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip in an affectionate sentiment that felt like such a stark contrast to the aggression he’d just been displaying. It was the little gestures that betrayed that dominance in him, that assured you that this powerful man standing so needy before you loved you so much that he’d do anything for you without question.
You lean into his touch and he lets out a low and breathy moan.
“You belong wrapped around me, momma.” He continues. “Crying out my name. Soakin’ my cock with your sweet, sweet-“ He pauses, his length twitching as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I need you.” he chokes out, settling his hands on each side of your hip and he lifts you effortlessly, sinking you down inch by inch onto his throbbing cock.
He plants his feet and bends his knees, supporting your weight as he cups your ass, kneading the soft flesh while he allows you the opportunity to anchor your arms around his neck. A shameless moan rises from your throat, your head tipping back in the pleasure of him buried balls deep within you as he walks you backwards to press your back to the wall. A low and cocky chuckle is all the warning he gives you before he draws his hips back, thrusting up into you hard enough to kiss your cervix. Choked gasps tear from your chest as he picks up a steady rhythm, massaging your aching walls with every deep rut of his hips.
“I thought-“ He hissed through gritted teeth, dipping his head to nip at your pulse point. “You said nothing would help.”
You shake your head, mumbling incoherently and letting your head fall against your shoulder to allow him further access to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Seems like it’s helping.” He muses, licking a long stripe up the column of your throat. You whimper, tightening your legs around his waist as he slows his pace into long, deep strokes, groaning as he savors the way you grip him, the feeling of your building orgasm causing his hips to stutter just the slightest.
“Fuck, momma. You have.. the most.. perfect.. cunt.” He rasps out, emphasizing each of the last words with a brutal thrust.
You break with that last deep roll of his hips, the tension that was coiled tight in your abdomen snapping with a burst of white hot ecstacy, a broken cry escaping your heaving chest as your walls spasm around him.
“Oh God, that’s it. Come on my cock, come all over daddy’s cock.” He grunts, snapping his hips and increasing his tempo to fuck you through the dizzying waves of your release.
“Jamie..” You whimper, reaching a trembling hand to caress his jaw.
His name on your lips is the sweetest fucking sound, causing his breath to catch and his eyes flutter closed with a low and raspy moan. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before you trail your fingertips down his shoulders in a featherlight touch. He buries his face into your neck, his short, sharp pants hot against your skin, his movements growing sloppy and erratic as he hangs on by a mere thread.
“I’m- I-“ He chokes out, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle the primal groan that rips through his chest as his balls draw up and his cock pulses, emptying himself inside you with one last powerful thrust.
He’s still for a moment, working to catch his breath before he tightens his arms around you, peppering gentle kisses along your jaw as he lowers you to the floor on wobbly legs and you sway, stumbling forward slightly.
“Momma.” He says softly, splaying a large hand against the base of your skull and drawing you into his chest. “You alright?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m alright.” You assure him, a hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest under your ear. “I’m feeling much, much better.”
He smiles, tucking your head under his chin just to feel you close to him a moment longer.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you in a hot bath.”
His hands trail along your spine in a soothing motion, goosebumps prickling along your flushed skin in response to his touch.
“To have and to hold.” He whispers, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.
You grin against his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent.
Not gonna lie, being on my period is inspiring some absolutely unhinged ideas.
For example:
He scoffs, his hand sliding up the soft flesh of your thigh until his fingertips brush the hem of your underwear.
“No. Baby, no.” You protest, bringing your hand down to stop him but his vibranium hand is faster, catching your wrist and pushing it away.
“Yes. Baby, yes.” He muses, slipping his index finger under the fabric and gently wrapping the string of your tampon around it.
“Bucky, that’s disgusting.” You hiss, frowning at him. “I’m on my period.”
He lets out a low, breathy chuckle as he slowly and carefully begins to tug. “It’s just blood, momma. You think me of all people would be bothered by blood?” He asks softly.
You pause, considering your answer but in your silence he continues. “Besides, wasn’t that part of the vows we exchanged in that sweet little church before God? To have and to hold and to fuck whenever I want?”
“That was not in our vows and you know it.”
“Hm, they weren’t? We should consider renewing those.” He replies with a crooked smirk as he pulls your tampon free, tossing it over the couch and into the waste bin with precision.
“I gotta be honest, baby girl. If the good lord hadn’t intended for me to fuck you everytime my cock was hard, he wouldn’t have blessed you with such a perfect little pussy.”
“Bucky..” you warn, sitting upright as he rises off the couch.
He shushes you, his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt as your eyes settle on the tented crotch of his jeans.
“If you think-“ He mumbles, pulling the leather through the silver buckle and unbuttoning his jeans with his thick fingers. “That I’m not going to bury myself balls deep inside my wife any and every chance I get- you are sorely mistaken.”
Summary: The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Mentioned Infidelity, Smut, Kidnapping, Language, Possessive Bucky. 10k words. It’s a long one. Bucky tries to have his cake and eat it too. It’s a lot of terrible mobster activity and behavior, but with a happy ending.
“It’s just business, doll.” James sneered, barely looking up from his scotch. “It didn’t mean anything.”
Christ, you hated him.
You hated his prowess and the dark, bored look in his eye. You hated how detached he had become.
“You know what? Go. Have your fun.” You all but growled out, pointing a finger at him from across the table. “Go on and sleep with every broad this side of the Mississippi. But don’t expect me to be here waiting up for you.”
He stilled, looking at you with an ire you had never seen. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.
“I never asked you to.” He spoke flatly, clearly knocking you off your center. “Go home. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
The nerve. To deride you after everything.
“Don’t bother.”
You turned, walking to the door with a huff. With one last glance you watched as his stormy eyes moved back down to his pictures, nursing his glass.
“I can’t do this anymore, James.”
Your voice dropped, your energy deflated, but you knew he was listening by the quip in his lip. You never called him James. Not once.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, mommy kink, sub Bucky, dom reader, oral sex (m and f), teasing, begging not cum, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex, leather cuffs, color system
AN: My Valentine's Day fic this year also serves as my entry for @the-slumberparty week one I Spy challenge! I used the diamond necklace and leather cuffs. Also, this fic fills the enemies to lovers space (G3) on my @allcapsbingo bingo card!
Bucky had always hated you. Ever since you walked into the compound, showing off and flaunting all your assets. You were a good fighter; you didn't need to shove it in everyone's faces all the time. Every time he walked past the gym and saw you sitting on Sam's chest, pinning him down again, an ugly emotion coursed through Bucky. Your triumphant smile made him want to rip you off of Sam and show you a taste of your own medicine. But he always kept walking, doing his best to ignore you.
He didn't think it was possible to hate you even more. But once again, you proved him wrong in that department. You were late. Very late. Bucky paced around the loft he had been living in undercover. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his hair slicked back, perfectly in place. The mission called for him to pose as an art collector–with deep pockets and dark habits. He had been alone here for a month, slowly gaining the trust of the key players, and tonight was the night he was finally going to get the critical piece of information he needed. But there had been a hiccup. His mark, Zakaria Tate, had invited him to dinner. Not just any dinner, a Valentine's dinner. Date required. Bucky had begged Sam to send Yelena; her no-nonsense attitude would have made this super easy, but he declined. Bucky would have preferred that Sam himself joined him tonight over you. But Sam simply laughed and told him to suck it up. You were the only choice.
Bucky rechecked his watch just as you burst through his front door, again proving him wrong. Because he hated you even more in the crimson dress that hung to you like it was your skin.
"Don’t say it, Barnes. I know.” You pushed past him, heading toward the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of wine.
“You’re late,” Bucky said through grit teeth. He stalked over to you and ripped the glass from your hand.
You rolled your eyes, taking a long pull from the wine bottle instead. “It’s not my fault. This ridiculous lingerie took way too much work to get into.”
Bucky tensed, his eyes immediately moving from your face to scan your body. “Wh–why would you–”
You shrugged, picking up the gift box you had walked in with. “It helps sell the part. If we were really dating. And you were really taking me out for Valentine’s. And you were really giving me that gift over there.” You paused to point at the jewelry box Bucky had waiting by the front door. “Then I would really fuck you stupid at the end of the night.”
You smiled at him as you walked past, stroking his arm lightly with your hand.
Bucky swallowed thickly, turning to watch the sway of your ass. He hated how easily you made him feel like this. Like he would drop to his knees and do whatever you asked of him just for a taste.
**
To Bucky’s surprise, the dinner was going well. Zakaria loved you. That wasn’t surprising; everyone loved you except for him. But the character he was playing did–he needed to act the part. He swallowed his stubbornness and inched closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You smiled at him before placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Oh, there he is, my loving boyfriend. Thought you forgot you’re supposed to want to touch me.”
“Sorry, I’m not that good of an actor,” Bucky muttered.
You ignored him and turned back to the conversation at the table. Despite his snarky comeback, Bucky couldn’t help the shiver that went through him in response to your touch. Your voice low in his ear was something he could get used to.
Fuck.
No.
But his body was already reacting, squeezing your hip to pull you closer. You nuzzled into his side and placed your hand on his big thigh.
Bucky took a deep inhale; he could do this. He knew what you were doing and would not let you ruffle him.
But as soon as he relaxed, your thumb began slowly stroking his thigh. It was innocent–if he didn’t know you better. He gave you a sharp warning, but you wouldn’t look at him. Such a simple movement should not have had him turning to breathing exercises to keep himself from begging you to touch him more.
As if you could read his thoughts, your hand glided down to his knee and back, and again and again. It was becoming more challenging for Bucky to focus on what anyone at the table was saying and even harder to keep his eyes from stealing glances down your dress. He couldn’t help it, he had the perfect view, and he wanted to know what color your lingerie was–in the dark lighting, it looked red, and his cock swelled.
Shit.
“Baby–” you giggled when Bucky finally looked up from your tits. “Zakaria wants to see what you got me.”
“Oh–of course.” Bucky shook the lust off and handed you the jewelry box. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
God, his voice sounded like he had swallowed knives.
Get it together.
Genuine surprise flashed across your face as you picked up the glittering diamond necklace. Everyone at the table gasped in awe. That was the reaction Bucky had hoped for.
“Go on, put it on her.” Zakaria urged.
Bucky blushed as you turned your back to him and swept your hair out of the way. His hand was shaking as he drew the necklace around your neck; his fingers left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. Once he got it clasped, you turned to him and stuck your chest out. “How does it look?”
Bucky’s mouth watered as he looked at the diamonds glittering against your skin. The necklace dipped into your cleavage, and Bucky could see your nipples pebbled through the thin fabric of your dress. He hated how hard you made his cock. Hated that you would never do anything about it. Hated that he was always destined to imagine you fucking him while he stroked his cock alone.
Zakaria laughed, “I think our friend may be ready to leave our company.”
Fuck, was he being that transparent?
“Not before dessert,” you said, smiling mischievously.
Bucky wasn’t prepared for your lips to collide with his. You did it so fast; he wasn’t sure what had happened. By the time his brain caught up and he registered the soft warmth of your lips, you were already pulling back to whisper in his ear.
“If I liked you, Barnes–” you sighed longingly, the heat of your breath tickling his ear.
Bucky stared at you wide-eyed and begged silently for you to finish your thought. He needed it–for later.
The entire time you ate your dessert, Bucky could only think about what you had left unsaid. What would you do if you liked him? What did you want to do to him?
You threw back the last of your drink and suddenly flopped into Bucky’s lap–pretending to be the love-drunk girlfriend you were playing. You giggled, and Bucky helped you sit up; you used his leverage to scoot yourself into his lap. Bucky froze as your eyes snapped to his when your ass felt his sizeable bulge.
“Oh, you fucking wish,” you whispered against his lips, that glint that Bucky hated so much in your eyes.
Your smile looked predatory, and as hard as Bucky tried to find the hate inside himself that would allow him to push you off or at least come back with a witty response, all he could do was swallow down a whimper.
Your smile grew, and you pushed your chest against him while your fingers ran through his hair. “Is this–” you circled your hips to emphasize what you were referencing, “why you hate me so much? You just wanna fuck me?”
“Stop,” Bucky begged quietly; his grip on your waist tightened, but you kept squirming.
“Be a good boy, and I’ll go easy on you the rest of the night.”
Bucky couldn’t help himself, his hips pushed up against you, and he cursed under his breath. Your eyes darkened, and Bucky knew he had indeed given himself away now. Usually, a comment like that would have gotten you a death glare and probably an ugly name thrown your way. But it had all been a mask, all of it. Because he wanted this. Too much.
Suddenly you stood up. “We’re leaving. Thank you so much, Zakaria. It was lovely.”
You hauled Bucky to his feet, and the protest Zakaria had started to give died on her tongue when she saw the obvious reason for his quick exit.
“Have fun, you two; don’t be strangers.”
Bucky didn’t even care that he had got nothing out of this dinner other than a raging hard-on. He couldn’t think past how your hips moved as you marched out of the restaurant. You didn’t stop once you were outside, and Bucky worried that he had completely fucked this up and made a jackass of himself.
“Wait! Where are you going?!” Bucky jogged to catch up to you.
“Back to the loft. Can’t talk here.”
Bucky kept his mouth shut and followed you. Maybe you had noticed something he didn’t–since you were actually working the mission instead of acting like a horny teenager. As he followed you, he replayed the night, searching for something he missed, but all he could remember was you. He didn’t even realize you were back in the loft until you slammed the door shut and pushed him up against it.
“What the fuck, Barnes?”
“Wh–what?” Bucky tried not to rut his hips against you but failed when your grip on his wrists tightened.
“This whole time? I thought you hated me–”
“I do,” Bucky groaned. “Hate that I can’t have you.”
Your brows furrowed. “So you just decided to be a dick?”
“Had to,” Bucky said breathlessly. “If I didn’t pretend that you make me so unbearably horny, I would have begged you to fuck me every goddamn mission.”
Bucky’s face fell into a pout when you let him go and took a few steps back. You were gonna leave. Probably laugh in his face first and then leave him like this, hard and desperate.
“So do it. Beg.” You stuck out your hip and crossed your arms to emphasize your breasts.
Bucky stood stunned for a moment, still not sure if you were being serious.
You sighed, irritated, and started to move toward the exit. Bucky immediately dropped to his knees. He wasn’t going to let you go that easily.
“Please.”
Bucky licked his lips nervously, not really sure what else to say. Your brow rose, unimpressed and expecting more.
“I’m sorry, please; I want you so bad.”
“What do you want from me, baby boy?”
Bucky finally looked up at you, and the view made him groan. This is how he wanted to be all the time, on his knees, looking up at you. He needed to answer you before you got mad, but he didn't know what to ask for first; he wanted everything.
“Want you to fuck me,” Bucky hated how needy he sounded, but he couldn’t help it.
You smiled and stepped forward, tipping his head back. “I’ll think about it.”
Panic was evident on Bucky’s face, he knew it, but all you did was laugh before lifting your leg and placing it over his shoulder.
“See if you can earn it.”
Oh god.
With a trembling hand, Bucky slid your short dress up your thighs slowly, mentally preparing himself for the sight of your coveted cunt. Nothing could have prepared him, and as soon as he saw your crotchless red panties, he whimpered and gripped your thigh harder.
“Can I use my mouth?” He asked, eyes wide with hope.
“Of course, you can, baby.”
“Thank you, mommy,” Bucky stuck his head under your dress before he could see the shock and pleasure on your face.
The sting in his scalp spurred him on as your grip tightened and you pressed him closer to your heat. His tongue moved urgently, and every time you made a pleasured noise, he moaned against your clit.
“I’m close, baby, don’t stop,” your breathy sigh spurred Bucky to slide his hands up your thighs and grip your hips. He pulled you even closer, sliding his warm tongue into you over and over.
“Fuck yes, baby boy, fuck me, fuck me.” Your hips moved frantically, using his nose to stimulate your clit.
Bucky could have cried; this was fucking bliss. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, desperate to stroke himself in time with his tongue.
“I didn’t say you could touch your cock,” you said breathlessly, and Bucky whimpered. He was desperate for some kind of relief, but he was afraid to disobey you. Instead, he moved his hand out of his pants and gripped your ass hard, fucking you even deeper with his tongue. He didn’t stop until you came so hard he had to hold you up so you wouldn’t fall.
Bucky tried to remain patient while you lowered your leg and patted his head condescendingly. He was still afraid you would leave at any moment.
“That was good, baby.”
Bucky blushed, looking up at you hopefully. His hands were clenched at his sides to keep from touching himself.
“Go to the bedroom and take all your clothes off.”
Bucky scrambled to his feet, ignoring your chuckle as he raced to the bedroom, peeling his clothes off.
Thankfully, you didn’t make him wait long; you walked into the room and only paused momentarily to check him out.
“Help me out of this dress, baby.”
Bucky slid the zipper of your dress down quickly, almost breaking it. The silk puddled at your feet, and Bucky growled, low and deep, at the sight of you before him. You moved away too soon for his liking, directing him to lie on the bed.
“You never opened my gift.”
Bucky held his breath as you crawled over him. You sat on his chest and opened the gift for him. Bucky’s eyes went wide as he looked at the black leather cuffs inside.
“Originally, I bought them as a joke. But…”
“Yes. Please.” Bucky held his wrists out to you excitedly.
“You know the colors?”
When Bucky nodded, you kissed his wrists before placing the cuffs on him.
“This is gonna be fun,” you smiled wickedly at him before sitting back so you could unhook your bra. You removed it slowly, enjoying Bucky’s gaze and how he worried his lip every time you almost removed it completely.
“Mommy, please!” He finally whined, and you threw the bra to the floor.
Bucky reached his cuffed hands out, but you moved out of his reach. “Should have thought about that before you said yes, baby boy.”
You grabbed his joined wrists and lifted them over his head, putting your breasts in reach of his hungry mouth.
It was hard, but Bucky resisted, thrusting his hips in the air as he groaned. “Please, can I?”
God, his lips practically brushed against your nipple as he spoke.
“Can you what?” You teased.
Bucky squirmed, frustrated, and unable to think with all his blood now in his swollen, ignored cock. “Tits. Want–” Bucky groaned as you lowered yourself even more. “Wanna suck your tits,” he rushed out in one breath.
“Go ahead, baby.”
Bucky’s tongue flicked over your nipple quickly before he sucked it into his mouth. His hips pistoned into the air as he sucked. He moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment.
“Is there something else you need from me, baby?”
Bucky whined, your breast still in his mouth and his eyes watery.
You sat up and ran your finger over his pouting lips. “What else do you need, baby? Use your words.”
“Need–” Bucky’s breath caught as he looked at you, naked except for the diamond necklace around your neck and nuzzled between your breasts. “Need you to touch me.”
“Come on, you can do better than that.”
Bucky frowned, a confused look on his face.
“I know you’ve got filthy, dirty thoughts in that big cyborg brain of yours. Come on.”
“Oh god, I–” Bucky closed his eyes, trying to find some confidence. “I need you to touch my cock. Put it in your tight pussy and come all over me. Need you to make me come, mommy, wanna come inside you, fuck.”
“That’s better, baby.” You kissed his chest, slowly dragging your lips down until you reached his throbbing cock.
You didn’t show it, but you were just as wound up as he was. It would be so satisfying to slide him inside you now. Fuck him fast and frantic until you both came way too quickly. Maybe next time. For now, you needed to make him work for it. And maybe pay him back for being such a dick to you. You let your saliva dribble over the crown of his cock and stroked him lightly to spread it. He was already so wound up that simple action had him thrusting off the bed.
You couldn’t resist pushing him further, sucking on his tip while your hand moved faster, and you rolled his balls gently.
“Oh fuck! Yes! God, don’t stop!”
You didn’t, only removing your mouth long enough to ask him if he wanted to come. A resounding yes made you chuckle. Poor boy.
“Do you wanna come, or do you wanna stick your fat cock in my little pussy?”
You didn’t give him time to think as your mouth wrapped around his tip again, and his mind went blank.
“Bucky, I asked you a question.”
“Both?” He tried but knew it was pointless.
“Choose, or I’ll choose for you.”
Bucky hesitated, your mouth felt so fucking good, and he had imagined coming down your throat so many times. He was already so close it would only take a few more strokes, and he’d be there.
He groaned, sagging against the bed. “Want your pussy.”
But you didn’t stop; you took him deeper in your mouth and sucked hard.
“Want your pussy!” Bucky gasped as suddenly he was in your throat, and you were swallowing around him.
Was this a test? He didn’t think he was going to pass. His balls were heavy with need, and your tongue was coaxing him to the brink faster and faster.
“Please, mommy! I’m gonna come! Please stop,” Bucky gasped, hands clenched tightly as he fought the oncoming orgasm. “Oh,” he drew the word out long and needy. “Please, I’ll come; stop, please.” He was so close now he could almost taste the pleasure.
That was when you stopped, pulling your mouth off of him slowly and giving his crown one more good lick.
“You did so good, baby boy.” You straddled him, running your wet pussy over his dick before pushing his tip inside. “Let’s see how long you last inside me.”
Bucky’s mind went blank as you slid down his length. You looked so perfect, perched on his cock with nothing but diamonds on your sexy body. He couldn’t breathe.
Your ass met his thick thighs, and Bucky groaned. “So–good,” he sounded drunk.
“Don’t come.”
That was the only warning he got before your hands found his thighs, and you began fucking yourself on his throbbing cock.
“You’re so big, baby. I’m gonna come so hard.” You threw your head back, working your hips even faster.
Bucky tasted blood in his mouth; he was biting his tongue, trying his best to keep from filling you up.
Your hand drifted down your body, and Bucky had to close his eyes when you started rubbing your clit.
“Mommy, I–I’m gonna come, please.”
“You’re not allowed.”
“But–” Bucky groaned as you moved your hands to his chest and fucked him faster.
“This is what you asked for, baby boy. You wanted to be balls deep inside me. Wanted me to fuck you.”
Bucky couldn’t argue. So he squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to hold back. Even as you came, moaning his name and squeezing his cock like a vice, he didn’t come.
A tear ran down his cheek as you came down from your high.
“Look at me, pretty boy.” You leaned forward and wiped the tear from his cheek. “You were so good for me.”
Bucky sniffled as your lips brushed against his. “I’m sorry I was a jerk.”
“Oh, Bucky,” you cupped his cheek and looked him in the eye. “I always liked you too. Only you. I’m sorry I was a pain in the ass.”
You kissed him then, slow and deep. Bucky felt bad, but he broke out of the cuffs and gently moved you to lay on your back. He held your face as he kissed you back, stroking your tongue with his and holding you close. His cock throbbed angrily inside you, but you hadn’t given him permission to move.
Your hand moved from his hair to his ass, grabbing it tightly. “Fuck me, Bucky.”
“I believe in you. Fuck me.” You spread your legs wide for him, and he dropped his forehead to rest on yours.
“I hate you.” But you both knew now that he didn’t mean it.
He kept you close while he moved his hips slowly, building up speed and keeping his thrusts as deep as he could.
“Don’t stop,” you groaned when he started to slow down.
“Gonna come,” he mumbled against your lips.
“Haven’t earned it,” you huffed back. “Fuck me. Hard.”
Gathering the little self-control Bucky had left, he lifted himself onto his knees and grabbed your hips, pistoning into you as hard as he could manage.
He shouldn’t have, but his hand reached out to squeeze one of your bouncing breasts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, gotta stop.”
You ignored him, arching your back and pushing your chest out. Bucky growled, quickly descending on your breasts with his mouth. Sucking one while he squeezed the other. His hips moved frantically, losing his rhythm.
“Please, mommy, can I stop?” His voice was muffled against your chest.
Your response was to wrap your legs around his waist tightly. He groaned, trying to think about something other than how wet and warm you were around him. You didn’t make it easy.
“Fuck my little pussy, yeah, fuck, fuck, baby, mommy’s coming.”
Your walls spasmed around him, and Bucky’s hot tears fell onto your chest as he held on for dear life, silently begging to stop before he spilled his seed inside you.
“Come, baby,” you said through deep breaths as your high faded.
Bucky barely managed to ask where before he was pounding into you. When you said, “inside, come in my pussy.” Bucky’s hands moved to your ass, gripping it tight as he fucked into your warm, tight cunt frantically as if he was afraid you’d change your mind.
“Thank you, thank you, mommy, pussy feels so good,” he whined, grinding deeper as his orgasm overtook him. He froze for a moment, gasping and groaning against your neck as he came harder than he ever had before. But soon, he was slowly fucking his come deeper into you, whispering praises against the column of your throat.
Your hand ran through his hair, and he nuzzled deeper.
“If I had known the serum kept you hard after orgasm, I would have let you come sooner.”
“Fuck you,” Bucky groaned, punching his hips forward to make you gasp.
“You liked it,” you giggled.
“Fucking loved it, never wanna leave your pussy.”
“Keep fucking me like that and calling me your mommy, and I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want.”
“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me,” Bucky whispered incredulously before moving you up the bed to start round two.
It's been 3 weeks since I first starting thinking about this but I just can't shift the thought of making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you so I'm gonna talk about it
But I really do mean "making" him cum inside you.
Like both hands on his neck while you ride him, watching him turn into the most beautiful mess, succumbing to pleasure he's not quite used to.
He's not used to it because he'd always worn a condom up until that point. Maybe he didn't think it could feel all that different but now that he's inside you, losing himself in how slick and soft you are, it's like nothing he's ever felt before.
"O-oh God, no." He whines, his hips rising off the bed to press every inch into you. His eyes have been closed almost the entire time you've been on top of him because he swears if he looks at you for too long, he's going to cum a lot faster than he wants to.
"Are you okay?" You ask softly, moving one hand from his neck to cup his cheek but he takes your wrist and clamps your hand back down on his throat.
"So good." He groans, whimpering each time you slide down on his length. There's almost a relief in this for him but it's a relief he didn't know he needed. He didn't think he would crave this as badly as he does but he knows he'll probably never want to use a condom again.
"Fuck..." He grunts, eyes squeezed shut, little beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "Fuck, you need to stop. I'm gonna cum."
Arousal twists in your stomach, hearing he's lost himself in this so quickly. It's beyond rewarding, knowing he just can't bring himself to last any longer but you don't let yourself dwell on how it's quite a strange thing to be flattered by.
"No, you're gonna cum inside me." You readjust your grip on his neck and you watch the way his brow furrows, desperate to hold off his orgasm.
"Babe, no. Fuck, I gotta pull out." Despite what he's saying, his hands grip the meat of your hips, helping you work yourself on his length.
If he really wanted to, he's more than strong enough to shift you off him. He could push you back onto the bed with one hand. Half of his brain tells him he should but the other half tells him not to.
The latter half is dangerous. That half tells him you'd be a fantastic mother. It tells him you'd look so pretty with your tummy swelling with his baby. It tells him that this was your plan all along. This is what you want. You know the risk that comes with not letting him pull out.
"Cum inside me." You're adamant, flexing your fingers ever so slightly against his neck, bouncing on him until you feel his release shoot into your body.
"Fine. Oh God, fine. Take it." It's too late anyway and he knows it but seeing you look so damn smug just makes him cum even harder.
(created by the ever so talented @buckybarnesj from this insanely good set!)
Dirty Little Secret
a/n: this was requested by an anon who's ask has literally been lost to the depths of tumblr hell. I'm sorry!! please let me know if you're seeing this babes and if your ask turns up i'll respond.
they asked to see an add on for bucky's secret that i put for his NSFW alphabet. after so fucking long it's here so i hope you enjoy it!!
very little editing and not beta read so apologies for mistakes!
summary: bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.
word count: 2.8k
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings: explicit so MINORS GO AWAY, sub!bucky, slightly dom reader, usage of the term good boy, a tad bit of cockwarming, praise kink, p in v sex, cussing, begging, choking, seconds of oral (f receiving). let me know if i missed anything!
He didn’t tell you for reasons that seemed good enough - up until this very moment.
It wasn’t a secret per se. Wasn’t something he had to hide from you, but it’s something that he felt bad about. The one thing that he wanted to ask you to do, wanted to hear you day, and yet he couldn’t get the question out of his mouth. Couldn’t tear it from his throat, because he didn’t want you to say no. To look at him with an expression of disbelief. Or even worse...horror.
Because he’d seen that before. Had endured people regarding him with strange looks and even stranger words, but he couldn’t go through that with you. He wouldn’t survive if you were the one doing those things.
So he remained silent. Always clamping his mouth shut during the act, biting into your skin until it almost bled - he’d apologize profusely in the morning - in order to stop himself from letting that question loose. Except like always you noticed when things weren’t as they once were. You noticed that he wasn’t acting like himself, and that’s when the questions started. Where you asked him what was going on in that head of his, and reassured him that he could tell you anything.
And instead of biting his tongue this time...he let go of the words.
Which resulted in the situation you were in now. Sitting on his lap, tongue having just been in his mouth, as you regarded his words with careful sincerity. You didn’t want to mess this up, to have him shy away from you until you were left back at square one. And it’s not like you didn’t like what he said; didn’t find it all that odd in a way. It was just new to you.
When you first got together with Bucky, the sex was intimate. Soft enough to drive both of you insane, but it wasn’t his fault; he was still learning how to be soft. Relearning the act of being gentle. So you patiently waited until he had his fill, until he was the one asking if he could be a little rougher. And you said yes - without hesitation. The gentleness of the man before now became the roughness of the man beneath his armor.
The man who took back control of things he could not have; his feral need bleeding into something far more intense.
Sure you’d wake up tender, sore in all the right places, but you never pinned the blame on him. Never told him that he was too rough. And just like this you were seeing him open up another part of himself; seeing that he was trusting you enough to be a part of this experience. Of getting to know the man beneath the armor he wore day in and day out.
“So let me get this straight,” you said, cupping his cheek to let him know you were trying to understand. That you were considering this, because even you couldn’t deny the way you practically clenched down on nothing when he said it. “You want me...to dominate you?”
He nodded slowly, eyes trained on yours for any sign of hesitation. “It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to.”
“But you want me to.”
“We don’t have to-” Placing a hand over his mouth you smiled, already enjoying the sight of his eyes widening a fraction, a look in them you’d never seen before.
Removing your hand slowly, you ran a thumb along his bottom lip. “We do things that I want to do all the time. Let me do this for you baby.”
He didn’t say anything more, didn’t let his words ruin this because he was pretty sure this was nothing but a dream. A figment of his imagination and he’d wake up with a raging hard on in a few minutes. Except then you pressed a hand into his chest, lips curving into another smile that had him tingling to the very tips of his toes. A breathless sigh of his name leaving your mouth as you grind your hips down against him; head tilting back in pleasure.
“You want to be my good boy?” you asked, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, tugging it sharply and earning a whine from him. A sound you’d never heard him make before. “I need to hear you say it baby.”
Digging his fingers into the sheets, he let his head fall back against the headboard. “Yes,” he replied, breath coming out in pants. Eyes shutting tight to stave off the rush of pleasure that spread through his spine.
If you weren’t careful this wouldn’t last, but he had faith that you knew what you were doing.
That you liked what you were doing.
Another desperate mewl ripped from this throat as you yanked on his hair, dragging his lips towards you in a kiss that melted him. Had him writhing underneath you in the hopes that you’d do something more. That you’d give him direction on what you wanted, because the control was now in your hands. You’d held a semblance of it before; willing to use it as you wished, but it was different now.
“I’m going to ride you.” The words were whispered against the shell of his ear; the demand, clear in your voice and he melted against you. Gripped onto your hips as you began to tug his sweatpants off; the feeling in his chest growing with every second.
He knew you would prolong this for as long as possible - testing his limits - because you could be cruel if the thought was appealing. But the quickness of your movements told him otherwise. You wanted him - knew you could have him - as fast as humanly possible. Any other night you would keep him begging, but his words had lit something within your body. A need that had been buried long before you knew it even existed.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” you said, pulling his arms up, until his wrists were pressed together over his head; hands gripping onto the bars of the headboard above. “No touching tonight.”
He nodded, feeling himself twitch at your words - a whine falling from his lips - because you were actually going through with this. You were giving him a reality he never thought possible. It only seemed to solidify his love for you; burying it deep in his chest until it was permanently marked there. A tattoo of his feelings, anchoring him to the ground.
Yanking off your own clothes you were quick to shuffle back over him, legs straddling his thighs as you regarded him with drooped eyelids. A smile crossing your lips in delight. He looked beautiful like this; his eyes pleading with you to touch him, mouth parting as he heaved in breath after breath. Bucky wanted anything you’d give him. He’d take it all the same; welcome it with open arms and a thank you on his lips, because it was from you.
“Look at you,” you murmured, running a hand across his stomach - feeling his muscles contract underneath the skin. “So pretty like this.”
A gasp echoed off the walls - his body twitching underneath you - and it only furthered your interest. How many sounds could you get him to make? How many times could you get him to beg for you to give him something? An ounce of pleasure, of skin on skin contact. Without trying Bucky had unlocked a door - allowing a hurdle of emotions to spill free into your awaiting mind.
“Please-” His words cut off - morphing into a broken sound - when your hand wrapped around him. Thumb teasing lightly at the head of his cock to spread what had begun to spill over.
You cooed his name, pumping him slowly with just enough pressure to have his head falling back, eyes fluttering shut. “What does my pretty boy want?”
He choked, head lifting to look at you and for a second you wondered if that was the limit. If you had crossed a line. Only the feral glint in his eyes told you differently - his teeth baring to stave off the sudden tightening of his balls. Right on the edge of losing his mind and it gave him relief when you let go, when you gave him a moment to catch his breath.
“Fuck baby,” he groaned, hands gripping onto the headboard until you could see the splintering in the wood begin.
“Were you about-” A nod was your only answer as he continued to heave in breaths, dragging himself back from the very edge. “Just from me saying that?”
Bucky huffed out a laugh, the blush on his skin never fading, because he had liked what you said. So much so that he didn’t know if he’d last being inside you - no matter how much he wanted it. Inhaling deeply he calmed his nerves, feeling how they jumped underneath his skin; hoping that it would cease his desperation. Give him the strength he needed to last until you said he was done.
“Keep going please,” he said softly, eyes opening again to see your parted mouth. Your own eyes wide with disbelief at the realization that you held more power over him than you thought. “I’m okay baby, just - fuck please - keep going.”
Nodding you felt the heat spread from the base of your spine to the very tips of your toes - a high of power rushing through you. This must be what it’s like. To know that you had the upper hand in a situation; and you wondered if this is what he felt like. When going up against an opponent in battle. The high that came with holding control - addicting in its own dangerous way - but something you’d give back to him if he so wished.
Moving up his body, you grasped his now leaking cock in your hand - the hissed out breath he let out was far more appealing than you thought. Or maybe that was just the position you were in. You didn’t have time to think it over, didn’t want to spend another second on it, because he was begging you. Words falling from his lips faster than he could comprehend them. A mixture of pleas and whispers of how good he could be for you, how much of your pretty boy he was.
Without replying, you sunk down onto him slowly, watching intently as his head fell back. A cry of your name echoing off the walls - his hips jolting upwards to hopefully gain more of that sweet heat. To have you fully encompass him until he was ready to lose himself fully.
“Oh - fuck.” Your head tilted back, the pinch of pain at the stretch of him within your walls was enough to have your breath quicken. Fingers digging into the skin of his stomach as you settled fully on top of him; content to remain there for a few moments.
That is until he began shifting. Pushing himself deeper to hopefully force you to start moving, and in a reaction you didn’t expect you clamped a hand around his throat. Catching his attention - forcing him to freeze in place - you leaned down to drag your lips across his lightly. You weren’t sure where it had come from; why you felt this was the right thing to do, but you weren’t stopping yet. Not when you could feel the way he twitched inside you, eyes rolling back for a moment before returning to your face once more.
“Someone’s being greedy,” you mumbled against his lips, nose brushing his.
He shook his head quickly. “I promise I’m not,” he replied - voice brimming with need, with utter desperation.
“Are you sure? I thought you were my good boy.”
The sound that tore from his throat was obscene enough to have you clenching around him. Your body, just as much on edge as his was and while you would have given in already - you wanted to see him writhe underneath you. Maybe it was cruel of you to have him beg, to have him plead with you through his voice, eyes, everything he could. But with every beg you felt him tense underneath you, cock twitching soon after.
He was enjoying this - and that was all you wanted in the end.
“Baby please. I’m good. I’ll be good.”
The smile flashed across your lips quickly as you sat up straight, hand still around his throat - satisfaction filling your veins. That was all you needed to grind your hips against his. Hearing the cry of pleasure that he let loose - each one following your every movement against him. He was beautiful. A vision of the man you adored with everything in your body.
“So - ah fuck - good for me Bucky,” you rasped out, hand tightening slightly when you lifted yourself off him only to slam back down. His breath being knocked out of his chest from just that in itself.
You could feel it - the tightening in the lower base of your stomach - enough to have you speeding up your movements. The promise of complete and utter euphoria, mere inches from you, but tonight you wanted to see the man below you shatter first. Wanted to watch his eyes as he broke apart with your name on his lips.
Slotting your lips over his you sucked his tongue into your mouth, the taste of him enough to have you bearing down on him - desperate to feel him give into the pleasure. Eager to give him what he wanted in the end. His eyes met yours - the daze in them only adding to the fucked out expression on his face - and you knew he was there. On the very edge with only one thing blocking him from an earth-shattering release.
Your permission.
“Do you want to cum pretty boy?” you asked, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, slowing your pace to a slow roll of your hips that had his breath stuttering.
He nodded. “Yes please.”
It was the whimpered out please that had you saying the words against the corner of his lips. Intent on watching his face as it happened. “Cum for me Bucky.”
You clenched around him, dragging his hand to your clit to shove you off the edge with him and he pinched it between his fingers at the same time his mouth fell open. The scream of his name, enough to have you gasping - legs shaking slightly from the crashing waves of pleasure that overtook your body. Only it was the sight of him - head tossed back, teeth digging into his bottom lip - that had your body nearly collapsing onto him from the onslaught of sensations.
“Shit, shit, shit-” he bit out, hips thrusting upwards into you deeper to prolong the feeling and unknowingly sending you higher.
Minutes passed until you were able to lift your head off his chest, eyes surely just as dazed as his were. The high of your orgasm beginning to fade - returning you back to reality. The same one that involved him smiling down at you as he floated back down to earth - the feeling in his legs having yet to return.
“Was that what you wanted?” you asked, the dominant tone now gone from your voice. Replaced by the voice of the woman he loved.
Rolling over - somehow still managed to remain inside you - he pressed you into the bed. His forehead against yours. “It was more.”
“But still good?”
He huffed out a laugh, lips pressing quickly to yours before pulling back. “I can’t feel my legs yet so I’d say it was pretty damn incredible.”
“Yeah?” you asked, smiling against his skin.
“I love you.” He kissed your shoulder, his teeth scraping against the skin gently. “Perfect. My perfect girl.”
The smile was involuntary as you dug your hands into his hair in order to drag his lips back to yours. “I love you Bucky.” You couldn’t hear the whispers that he began to press into your skin, trying to brand you with his love. Invisible marks to remind you how much he truly adored every piece of you.
“Your good boy?” he asked, eyes meeting yours as he made his way down your body, lips warm against your stomach.
Nodding you gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit. “Always my good boy.”
He hummed a response about cleaning up his mess, about taking care of you, but they were drowned out by the feel of his tongue against you. His moan sending shocks through your body and sparks across your skin. And it was then that you realized, getting out of this bed would no longer be an option.
A/N: How this idea came to mind and why I decided to write smut, are two questions that I will never have the answer to. This is pure fluffy smut (or smuty fluff?), because while I want to ride Bucky I also want to love him forever. Please read the warnings below before continuing to the story.
It is somewhere around 7:00 a.m. when your eyes open and they examine the room you are in. Your clothes are everywhere, mixed with his on the mess of clothing scattered around the floor of his bedroom. Why you were so messy last night doesn't come to your mind, what does come to mind is the memory of rushed hands desperate to feel each other and how that might have led to trying and get rid of your clothes as fast as you could.
Bucky is still sleeping peacefully next to you, soft snores leaving his nose with every heaving movement of his chest. He's relaxed, having let go completely of every worry that might torment him since the moment you fell asleep next to him. It isn't easy to leave his side, the warmth you had created during the night almost trapping you inside his bed, even more so after seeing how early it is, but if you want to avoid awkward hall interactions, you know you have to leave soon.
Sitting up and stretching, your eyes wander around the floor as you spot your panties, but after slipping those on, everything else was all a mess. You can't find your blouse, let alone your bra, so you settle for Bucky's jacket, the only neatly folded piece of clothing hanging from the back of a chair.
"Where do you think you are going?" Bucky's voice breaks the silent atmosphere of his room as your arms slide through his sleeves. Groggy and still sleepy, it is enough to make you smile.
"To my room. Where else would I be going?" You reply, shooting a look at him from behind your shoulder.
"So early? And with my jacket?" He looks confused, sleep still making him question his surroundings. With hair floating everywhere around his pillow and his eyes half-closed, though, it is impossible for your heart not to flutter at the sight of him. "Stay." He pleads, and it takes every fiber of your being not to oblige him.
"I can bet you most of the people here are already awake and heading to the gym. I don't want to bump into anyone and get those funny looks they always give me, I get enough of those just from them knowing about us."
Bucky's eyes paint your body up and down, making him sit halfway, the thin sheet sliding down his chest. "And the jacket?" He asks again with a smirk, somehow feeling proud from the sight before him.
"I can't find my shirt," His eyes are enough to pull you towards him, a light laugh falling from your lips as you sit facing him on the bed. "or my bra," You admit in a whisper.
Bucky just hums, his sight tracing down a line from your neck to your collarbone, to your cleavage, and ending right below your breasts. Your torso is barely covered by the flaps of his jacket, and even though he has seen your body thousands of times, the image of you framed by his jacket like that sends his mind into a craze.
"So you are leaving souvenirs on my floor then?" His voice is deep still, lust replacing the previous tiredness. With your face so close to his you can perfectly see his pupils expanding when his fingers begin playing with the opening of his jacket, looking to reveal the parts of your body that were still covered.
"Don't get too excited, I expect to have those back." You tease, leaning forward to capture his lips with a kiss that you intended to be soft, but his hand finds its usual way behind your neck, holding you firmly as he deepens the kiss without warning.
It's easy to fall into his chest when he's kissing you senseless, letting your body rest against with a silent moan when his tongue slips into your mouth. His hands sneak inside the jacket to grab your waist, pulling you towards him in a greedy motion.
"Hey, keep your hands out, soldier." You simper at him, grabbing his wrists to push his hands back. Bucky is speechless, looking at you amused when you straddle his lap and sit above his thighs with his hands pinned to his sides. "Who said you could touch me?" Leaning down you kiss his surprised smile, biting his lower lip and making him moan.
"Are you in control now, babygirl?" He whispers against your lips, his chest pressed against yours. You want to be in control, or at least you thought you were, but the way he asks shows how much power over you he has every time.1
"Mhm, I am now." You purr, grinding against his hard dick and making a gasp leave his lips. It isn't normal for you to be so controlling over him, hell... you haven't even tried that before, but feeling how aroused he is by this new position of power you hold over him gives you the confidence you need.
Maybe there's something about the jacket - or, better yet, to the way Bucky looks at you while you wear it: behind his blown pupils, you can see pure adoration as he looks up at you, which only makes your skin heat even more.
"How come you never wear that jacket, doll." Metal plates grinding together lets you know he's gripping the sheets with his fists, letting his eyes roam over your body again, only driving himself insane. A thin layer of sweat begins to glisten his chest, your fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps there when you begin to trail them down his skin, caressing his strong muscles that seem to flinch with your touch.
"Now you know the effect it has on me too." You reply with a grin, your position of advantage just a couple of inches above his face making his head tilt up to look at you. It is an easy position for you to tease him, your hips hovering over his just needing a soft movement to feel how aroused he is by you. "I'm guessing you are enjoying the view?"
"Very much so." He whispers with a content groan, inviting you to keep grinding against him. "Fuck." His desperate voice makes you laugh as his lips begin to suck at your neck, nibbling your pulse point and pulling a moan out of you.
"You like that?" You ask breathless, feeling his needy lips nibble your skin.
His wrists are set free when you grab his shoulders to leverage yourself above him, a shuddering breath coming out of you when he shifts up and rubs against your more sensitive spot. "Tell me."
"I fucking love it." His hands twitch by his sides at the feeling of you so ready for him, the small sounds coming from your throat screaming for him - for his touch and his control over you. But that's not what you want.
It takes every power in Bucky not to let those urges take over, that controlling side of him buried deep down with a simple tilt of your head and an accomplished smile when you see he's following your desires. "Who knew you could be so compliant, Bucky."
"Don't fucking test me," He groans. "I need to touch you." It is a need that Bucky speaks with a low moan, a physiological one even, you know that quite well and you now know how to take advantage of it.
His eyes follow your body as you shift around to remove your panties, landing again right above him. "Nu-uh, Buck. I'll tell you when you can tou- uch" your words die on your tongue when he shifts his hips again, making you gasp at how close he is to your entrance. "You are such a little tease, Barnes."
"Yeah? And what are you going to do about that?" He bites his cheek as he dares your next move.
"Oh... I bet you want to know." You don't hesitate then, lining up above him and holding his strong shoulder to support yourself. "But for now, you're going to have to behave."
Bucky's face is pure pleasure when you slide down on him, your eyes stuck on his and your mouth agape. It is right then when every ounce of control he had before is lost, you see it in the way his eyes look back at you, completely surrendered by the power you have on him; you engrave that face in your mind to come back to on a rainy day, to his body frozen at your mercy. You see it there too, how whatever you want from him is yours. You kiss his swollen lips as your hips align together, catching his moan with your own when you make it all the way down.
"That's it, Bucky. You see..." You praise him then, beginning to rock your hips slowly. "It is not that hard to follow orders."
His hips meet yours with every thrust as you both begin to move, hitting a spot that sends stars to your eyes every time you move. Bucky moans against your neck, and he should be desperate to touch you and hold you, to leave bruises on your hips as you ride him, but right now he couldn't care less, right now you set the rules and set the pace and the wouldn't have it any other way.
He is yours to wreck, yours to rip apart with every push of your hips and every moan that leaves your lips.
It is hard for Bucky to let go of control since he got it back after losing it decades ago, but when you look at him he mirrors your pleased smile and that's enough for you to know that, for you, he is willing to lose it all. "You are so, so good, Buck."
Your fingers tangle in his hair and they travel all over his back, his muscles tight under your touch and almost begging to be released.
Bucky keeps murmuring and whimpering about you being a tease, complaining against your skin about his lack of touch, only making you laugh as you find his lips. But his body says other things, his body finds you and rubs you as only it knows how, sending waves through both your perfectly synced bodies.
"I need to touch you," He says aginst your jaw, traveling down with open mouth kisses around your neck. "Doll, p-please, fuck-"
You tighten around him when he starts pleading for your skin against his hands, the sheet beginning to rip under his fingers from how hard he is resisting.
He opens his eyes to look at your flushed face, not wanting to miss any second of looking at you whimpering and moaning as you ride him.
The sleeves of his jacket hang off your shoulders now, revealing once more your body to him as you keep moving above him. He takes the opportunity to kiss the skin around your breasts, biting and licking as you do with him as you please. "Bucky," whimpers of his name come out of you when he reaches a spot you know he loves to kiss. "N-no touc-" you speak in between breaths, your high closer by the second but not quite there yet.
"You never said anything about kissing." Bucky takes advantage of that loophole making sure his lips feel every inch that his hands have not been able to, leaving marks on your skin as you keep chasing both of your highs. But you couldn't keep lying to yourself, you needed his rough hands against you to reach that high.
"Fine, you can touch-" His hands are on you before you can finish talking, already flying to your waist to guide you, but you stop his wrists again before he can do anything with a halting "but!"
Bucky groans, his head hanging defeated.
"But you have to make me cum the same time you do." You let go of him when his smile widens, a lopsided, cheeky grin shot up at you and at your mischievous ways of giving him what he wants. "Understood?" You kiss him with that question, pulling a moan from him when you start moving again.
"Mhm, I'm going to make you cum so hard, dollface." With his hands on your hips, digging his fingertips on your skin, you realize how much you needed to feel him touching you too. "Is that good, baby? Are you close?" You find Bucky asking, looking for your permission to feel as good as you are feeling too as if the expression of pleasure on your face wasn't enough.
"Make me cum, Bucky." You command shakily, and he does. He lets you crash against his chest as he keeps guiding you through a numbing orgasm, moaning against your shoulders when he lets himself cum too.
It feels like hours go by when you roll back to lay next to him. He is careful to remove his jacket from your arms as you begin to move to his side, tossing it to the side with the rest of the mess of clothes so he can wrap an arm over your waist and pull you to his body.
"You are so fucking good, it is unbelievable." It is his time to praise you, his breath almost back to normal while your lungs keep trying to be filled with air again. With your eyes closed, you can feel him kissing your face with soft kisses that begin to calm your heartbeat down. "That's your jacket now, I need you to wear it forever."
You giggle together, meeting each other's eyes again while breathing the early morning in.
"You are not going anywhere, you know?" He reminds you, with nothing but love as his eyes examine your face.
"Hell no, I'm not." His arms wrap around you when you close your eyes again, pulling you to a few more minutes of sleep against his body. You could deal with the stares and funny looks later, who cares, you realize, you wouldn't trade your mornings with Bucky for anything.
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Summary: I had this slutty little thought about Bucky's leg over your shoulder while you suck his dick...so here's a quick drabble about it.
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing something short and sweet. I see other authors do it all the time and it's not something I'm 100% comfortable with yet. I still spent way too much time on this, edited it, and had to force myself to cut it short. But I hope with practice, I can get more drabbles like this out!
Warnings: subby Bucky, blowjob, mention of prostate massage, Bucky being insecure
I'm imagining your evening starts with Bucky being nervous about an event you both have to attend. And once there, some asshole agent makes a snide comment about Bucky and his arm in front of a lot of people. Despite how much he tries, Bucky can't let it go. He spends the rest of the evening spiraling, desperately wanting to escape the room. So when you finally get home, you notice immediately that he's not okay...
"Buck?" You called to him from the bathroom doorway, and the look on his face when he turned to you made you frown.
The stress and anxiety manifested in the form of a red flush over his chest and neck. His eyes were far away.
"What can I do, babe?" You quickly joined his side, touching his cheek gently.
He sighed and nuzzled against your hand. "I'm okay," he mumbled. "Just need to clear my head."
"Come on," you led him back to the bedroom, gently guiding him to the bed. "Let me help."
Bucky started to protest, but you kissed his neck delicately while you began to work on the knots in his shoulders. He shut up quickly, letting you help.
You knew how these massages usually ended–with Bucky between your legs for hours if you let him. But you were determined to flip the script–take care of him this time. He could be a pillow princess for once…maybe he would discover how good it felt to let go.
You pushed Bucky's shoulder, laying him back on the mountain of pillows piled on the bed.
"Let me–" Bucky started.
You shushed him gently and kissed his lips. "No, let me." You kissed both his eyelids, tasting the lone tear Bucky had let slip. The taste of it broke your heart. You kissed his cheeks and his nose before finding his lips again. "Let me show you how beautiful you are, baby. So fucking perfect."
Your lips moved to kiss the dimple in his chin and then made a path across his strong jaw and down his neck.
Bucky swallowed hard; this was not how he had expected the rest of his evening to go. After spending hours being mortified, he had just wanted to come home and hide. Maybe crawl under the comforter with his headphones until he could forget everything. But you were having none of it. Your hands gently slid under his shirt, and he tensed.
"Shhh, it's okay, baby. Do you want me to stop?"
Bucky bit his lip; it didn't make sense. He had moved past being ashamed of his body with you. He hadn't been anxious to shed his clothes in front of you in months. It wasn't fair that one asshole could change that and put that pit of anxiety and fear back in his belly.
"Don't stop," he finally whispered because no one was going to take you from him.
You slowly pulled his shirt over his head, and your lips went to work, touching every inch of his bruised and scarred skin. With each kiss you gave, he felt a little more like himself. No one had been so gentle with him, not before you. By the time your lips finished trailing down his vibranium arm, the evening's events were far from his mind. And when you wrapped your lips around two of his metal fingers, all thoughts flew out of his head completely.
"Doll," he groaned, "can I taste you?"
You shook your head. "After I'm done taking care of you, lay back down."
Bucky hadn't even realized he had sat up in an attempt to get closer to you. He listened and flopped down against the pillows as you unbuttoned his slacks. You took your time, but Bucky didn't mind. Every touch, every kiss, every swipe of your warm tongue was a blessing to him. You hadn't even taken his cock out yet, but he didn't care. He would gladly live suspended in this euphoria, basking in your attention forever.
For once, he let his mind go blank, focusing only on the pleasure you were giving him, on the whispered praise you gave against his skin. He didn't notice you had completely undressed him until suddenly something wet and warm was wrapped around his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned quietly.
Your hands moved over his thighs and lifted his knees, so his feet were planted on the bed. But he didn't use the leverage to thrust. He let you remain in control, focusing on the way your movements were controlled and slow, but your lips remained tight, tongue never missing a swipe over his sensitive head.
Your hands massaged the backs of his thick thighs, and Bucky was only vaguely aware of you slowly pushing his left leg up and over your shoulder. Before he realized what you had done, your shoulder pushed into the back of his thigh, lifting his leg higher as you took his cock deeper into your throat.
"Oh fuck!" Bucky snapped out of his trance, his hand flying to the back of your head and his heel digging into your back.
You moaned around him, and he hissed as pleasure shot through every nerve ending in his body. Even then, he realized his leg was over your shoulder and attempted to put it back on the bed. But you gently slapped his thigh, pulling your mouth off his cock.
"I said, let me take care of you, pretty baby."
You looked at him with heavy lust-filled eyes, and all Bucky could do was whimper as he nodded his agreement.
You grinned big before quickly hoisting his other leg up over your shoulder.
"Oh fuck me," Bucky whispered.
"That's the plan," you kept eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up and down his cock before sliding it back into your throat.
Bucky squeezed his eyes shut; he swore he was even deeper than before. "Oh–" his words were lost in a deep groan as your finger started stimulating his prostate.
His head dropped back, his back arched, and his hands scrambled for purchase in the sheets. He knew he must be quite the picture, mouth dropped open in a silent scream, his legs starting to shake as his heels dug into your back. His cock throbbed, and he couldn't help but start thrusting in your mouth. All his anxieties were long gone; the only thing he could focus on was the consistent throbbing in the head of his cock, and the slick tightness of your throat every time he slid down it.
When he came, white-hot pleasure coursing through him, you swallowed every drop. Your throat contracting around him prolonged his orgasm until he was teetering between pleasure in pain. He could have stayed in limbo forever—head empty–only you–but you slowly pulled your mouth off him and placed his legs back on the bed.
You gently pushed his hair out of his face as you cuddled against his heaving chest. "See, you should let me take care of you more often."
Bucky nodded, finally gathering himself enough to pull you closer to him. "Thank you–you didn't have to–"
"I wanted to, pretty baby. I love you."
Bucky pulled you up to his lips, searing his love for you on every inch of skin he could reach.
Ok, since we're at it, what do you think Bucky does if reader decides to be bossy and torture him a bit in bed? Does he humour her or have that need to take control?
I let myself go a little... So did he...
Bucky bit back a mocking smile when you told him what to do, raising a brow at you in challenge. But what were you supposed to do? He had been teasing and mocking and terrorising you for a week, you couldn’t take it anymore. Besides, a curious, albeit slightly sadistic, side of you was really curious to how Bucky would respond to you taking the reins in your own hands.
You didn’t like it.
Yes, you knew Bucky could easily use one fifth of his strength and flip the dynamic back around, but you didn’t like the glint in his eye that said he would do that only to punish you for thinking you could dominate him. Some might say that was the last straw for you.
Nostrils flaring and jaw clenching, you pushed at his chest and his eyes widened slightly. Bucky wasn’t easy to read, but it was a skill you had mastered and you could tell he knew he had pushed you too far. You could also tell he wanted to take the full force of you and it made your insides burn with more need than what had been building that entire week.
You pushed again, and again, and again. And Bucky was so transfixed by that dark flash in your eyes, he truly did stumble back into the couch, flesh and metal fingers instantly digging into the cushions to get a hold of himself. But you had already climbed over him and were straddling him.
You combed your fingers through his slightly longer hair and watched his blue eyes flutter, heavy breaths heaving his chest and flaring his nostrils as he tried to steady himself. What the hell was happening to him?
With the third stroke of your fingers, raking your nails down his scalp and indulging in his answering shudder, you knotted your hands into the ends of his hair and tugged his head backward, making him look at you.
“You think you’re so tough?” you asked, seething the words through your teeth in a low whisper. Bucky’s fingers gripped the couch tighter, keeping still between your legs. Though you felt something stir.
Keeping his head tilted back, you used one hand to grab his jaw and brush your lips over his. A smirk spread over your mouth when you noticed him wanting to chase your kiss. “I think it’s about time you give me what I’ve been asking for, no?”
He swallowed and you took it as the perfect opportunity to slip that hand down and wrap it around his throat, squeezing slightly. Your voice was dangerously low as you purred the words at him, “Use your words, Bucky.”
His eyes flashed with fury and intrigue and he sucked in a restrained breath, narrowing his beautiful eyes up at you as the corner of his mouth twitched. And you could tell it hurt for him to spit out the words from that position. But the way his cock had started to press against a delicious spot between your legs through his jeans had you knowing better.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” he said through gritted teeth and you smiled at him sweetly. “What do you want?”
You slowly rolled your hips down over him and a strained growl rumbled from Bucky’s throat. “I want to come, baby.” You gave him a pout and another roll of your hips. “Don’t you want me to come?”
His resolve started failing and his breathing was getting heavier by the minute. “I do. I want you to come.” His voice was starting to sound …whinier and it made you perk up in his lap.
“Where do you want me to come, Bucky?” you asked him innocently.
“Everywhere,” he breathed, his pupils growing and gleaming like a beggar. “I want you everywhere.”
“You going to let me have you, soldier?” you sung softly and that nickname had his eyes harden instantly. Within seconds, he ripped your hand from his throat and threw you to the couch beside him, crawling over you.
And you thought that was the end of your reign as he manhandled you back into submission. But then he buried his face in your neck, lips attaching to your skin as he desperately ground himself down between your legs.
“Tell me what to do, baby,” he nearly whined against your skin, making your heart throb between your legs. “I’ll give you everything a thousand times over. Use me, sweetheart. Have your way with me.”
Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUBBY BUCKY! (he’s just so pure and needy) but also a bit of dom bucky. Mommy kink, Nipple play, Oral m and f, unprotected sex, breeding kink (sorry not sorry) Riding, size kink, just really subby and needy bucky. MINORS DNI!!!!
Summary: You’ve taken quite a liking to your darling assistant.
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You were the new CEO of Stark industries (it got passed down to you after your father stepped down) So being that you were the CEO you were incredibly busy. And you being busy 24/7 you decided to needed an assistant to help spilt the load. You had asked your secretary to put out an application and make a list of the best applicants, and that’s what she did as she was happy you were finally delegating.
So after countless interviews and countless people just wanting to get to you so they could get to your father, you finally found Bucky or James as you called him. He was the sweetest man you’ve ever met. When he walked into your office for the interview you were in awe of him, His long dark brown hair, Ocean blue eyes, Tall muscular figure. You almost died on the spot. And upon further inspection you found out just how smart he was. He went to yale and got a degree in engineering and wanted to get his foot in the door and the best technology company. You were quick to hire him after you finished the interview relieved that you found a good assistant along with some new eye candy.
That was about two months ago and in those two months you’ve grown extremely found of James as he did you. He was a very sweet and attentive man, always bringing you coffee and a bagel in the morning, forwards himself your emails if you’re swamped etc. You hate to admit it but you fell hard as fuck for him even though you shouldn’t. But in reality you didn’t care and neither did he.
Today was no different in the little routine youve both fell into. You had walked into your office after you greeted your staff, and settled into your office to do some paperwork. You had been in your office for all of fifteen minutes when you heard the very familiar knock on your door.
“Come in darling” You beckoned and as the door opened it revealed a very handsome Bucky walking in. He smiled as he walked in, shut the door and handed you your coffee and bagel.
“Thank you James” The words were sweet as they passed your lips causing a blush to appear on his cheeks. That was something that happened often, anytime you called him an endearing nickname or complimented him he would flush. Honestly it was the cutest thing youve seen and you couldn’t get enough.
“You’re welcome ma’am” He replied with that charming smile of his. He then took a second to look at you, your hair that was curled to perfection, the black dress that clinged to your supple body, the way your eyes glistened in the sun gods he was obsessed with you.
He shook is not so work friendly thoughts away when your voice broke the silence.
“i- uh i’m sorry ma’am what was your question” Bucky chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
You laughed at him a little before stopping to catch some air. “You’re adorable James” You chuckle out. “I asked if you would want to have lunch with me today.” Bucky’s eyes widen a little at your words and he chokes on air and starts coughing.
“I mean you could’ve just said no” You tease with a smirk. Bucky clears his throat again and walks closer to your desk.
“id love to ma’am” He said as he smiled before taking some papers off your desk and exiting the room with a smile on his face.
An hour passes by and you finally finish replying to your emails with a frustrated groan. You take your hair down and throw off your glasses before letting your head fall in your hands. You love your job you really do but you cant stand all the stress that it comes with. A knock on the door brought you back into reality.
You mumble a ‘come in’ before resting your forehead on your arms. The door opens and Bucky walks in with (your favorite meal) and a smile in his face but then it quickly fades. He notices how you dont even look up at him or say anything, he also notices your demeanor.
“Ma’am?” His voice is soft as he speaks and walks over to your desk.
You prop your head up on your elbows to look at him and give him a half smile. “Sorry James i’m just a little out of it today” Your voice is rough as the words pass your lips.
“Let me take care of your emails for the rest of the day ma’am” Bucky says as he comes up behind you and places his hands on your shoulders.
You dont know what comes over you, maybe its his breath on your neck, his hands on your exposed skin but whatever it is makes you feral. Before your mind knows what your body’s doing you stand up, grab his face, and smack your lips into his. It takes Bucky a second before he kisses you back as he pushes you against your desk. You let out a slight moan as your back hits the edge of your wooden.
“I want you” You whisper against his lips after you break the kiss to come up for air. He looks at you with blown pupils as you speak not knowing what to do.
“A-Are you sure?” Bucky asks hesitantly then his eyes got wider as you removed your shirt. He nods his head once he got the hint and removed your bra before taking a nipple in his mouth. Your head falls back as you moan at the contact of his warm mouth against you. Quickly you put your hands in his hair and tug on it earning a delicious groan from him.
Bucky takes one of his tattooed hands and uses it to push your skirt up against your hips. He then finds his way to your clothed pussy and starts rubbing your clit.
“Oh fuck baby-yea just like that right there” Bucky damn near loses his mind as the words leave your mouth unlocking something in him. He releases your nipple with a wet pop before he then slides your panties and skirt off leaving you fully exposed. Bucky grips your hips and places you on top of your desk.
He wastes no time in getting on his knees and taking your clit into his mouth.
“OH FUCK!” You shriek from how good his mouth feels on you. You lay back on the desk and make your way to his hair as you grind yourself on his face. Bucky moans as he tastes you and eats you like a man starved. He takes his time as he licks and sucks on your clit since at the moment all he cares about is pleasing you.
“Fuck baby-i-im gonna cum” And just like that your orgasm rips through you just from him eating you out. He moans as he tatses your juices on his tongue,
“You taste so good mommy” He utters out not even realizing what he called you or how it set a fire within you. You bring his face back up and then bring him in for a passionate and sloppy kiss. The moan you let out when you taste yourself on his lips is sinful. You move your hands to his shirt and waste no time in taking it off. Once Bucky’s shirt is off you take a second to admire the black ink that goes from his arms to chest. You trace your fingers over the delicate patterns earning a shiver from him, the softness of your fingers on his skin set him off even more. He then grabs you and kisses you with more passion than before. Instinctively you move your hand down his chest to his bulging cock begging to be set free.
“Please mommy” He whines as you start to palm him through his pants. You’re quick to undo his belt and then slide is pants off along with his boxers. You then marvel at his red stricken cock that’s begging to be touched, never in a million years did you think you find a mans genitalia attractive but fuck his is.
You take his cock and rub it along with the precum that came with it all over your waiting hole. Bucky throws his head back once you finally put his cock in your warm pussy. He thrusts into you softly as to not hurt you but finds it hard to control himself.
“Oh fuck baby you’re so big-filling mommy up soo good” You praise him when he bottoms out. He moans as he starts picking up the pace making you mewl in pleasure. Bucky places him hands on your shoulders to get better leverage and hits all the right spots.
“F-Fuc-k mommy -i-im not gonna last long” He whimpers against your lips needing to touch you even more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he starts to pound into you.
“y-yes baby right there fuck- god i wanna have your fucking kids” You beg and then his pace starts to stutter as you’re both reaching your high.
“Gonna fill you up mommy i promise” He groans as he starts at the place where your bodies are intertwining. Your office is filled with salacious sounds as he fucks into you at a relentless pace.
It doesn’t take long before your orgasm builds up again and you’re grinding your hips against his cock. Bucky moves his hands to your hips as his thrusts falter and his grunts grow louder.
“F-Fuck i-im-“ His words are cut off as his orgasm rips through him and he spills his cum into you.
“Good boy baby” You praise as he continues to fuck his cum into you since he’s holding you to the whole kids thing. After a few more thrusts he’s satisfied that he wont drip out of you he pulls out. You moan a little at the loss of him in you but he’s quick to make you forget as he kisses you again making your brain go fuzzy.
“We should do that more often” He says smiling after he breaks the kiss.
“Y-Yea we should” You admit with a nod and attempt to find your clothes. Once the moment is over the reality of what you just did seeps in.
“oh fuck” The words are barely above a whisper as they leave your mouth. He notices how your demeanor went from happy to frantic in a matter of seconds.
“Hey Hey Hey what’s wrong” He asks concerned as he walks back over to you putting on his shirt.
“I-I just had sex with my assistant” You mumble as you run your hand over your face in utter disbelief.
“And it was amazing” Bucky said with a chuckle and lifted your chin to look at him.
“But it shouldn’t have happened” His happy demeanor soon faltered as the words left your mouth. He thought that he had finally had a chance with you. Truthfully he’s been wanting to do this for a while since he’s been madly in love with you since you hired him.
“Well we both wanted it to happen so i dont see the big deal” He say with a shrug not understanding the position you both were now in.
“Bucky you’re my assistant- im your boss this is completely unethical” You scoffed at yourself.
“Well what if i wasnt?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Huh? You’re gonna quit?” You asked offended that he was just thinking about leaving you and the company.
“Well yes but not because of this- i got an offer with Maximoff inc last month but i turned it down because i couldn’t stand being away from you. But if me staying is going to stop us from happening then ill take the position if it means i get to have you all the time” He confessed as he took his free hand and grabbed yours to put it on his chest.
“It’s kinda hard to say no when you look at me like that” You said with a fake pout as you stared into his adoring blue eyes.
“Then dont say no” He said leaning in for another kiss that was filled with love and passion. In that moment you two became more than just boss and employee. You two melted into one another and melded into one another’s soul.
Who knew your sweet assistant would be the man you’d fall for? Funny how fate works.
~the end~
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Imagine being at a lowkey party where he's a little tipsy from the alcohol and it turns him into such a subby, shy, needy baby.
"It’s so hard mommy" Bucky whined into your neck, gripping onto your hips, keeping you firmly seated on his lap, his erection painfully hard.
"What’s so hard baby" you cooed teasing him on purpose, smirking at the way his fingers dug into your skin.
"Mommy" your poor shy baby continued to hide, refusing to meet your eyes until you cup his cheek and give him a pointed look.
"Help me" He pouts and you can’t resist that sweet face, taking his hand and leading him back to your room. The whistles that follow as you both leave make him blush more.
"You gonna show mommy what's so hard" You cock an eyebrow after locking the door behind you while Bucky fidgeted with his fingers standing in the middle of your room.
It's not like you haven't seen Bucky naked before but he's still getting used to it. He feels so safe and loved around you but that doesn’t meant he still doesn’t feel shy when he takes his clothes off and lets you shamelessly admire every single part of him. Even the most intimate places.
“It’s okay baby, you can show mommy” You giggle at the way he fumbles with his belt buckle, helping him slip it off, your fingers brushing over his cock throbbing against his pants. He unzips and pulls his pants and briefs down just enough so to free his cock, a whimper slipping past his lips when you tap his pink cockhead, licking his arousal off your finger. Of course he didn’t tell you want he wants, waiting for you to do something, anything.
"What if I suck it a little, will that make it feel better?" You decide to toy with him a little, slipping off your dress and underwear, sinking down to your knees. Bucky is sure the sight is enough to make him cum untouched, precum beading from the top.
"S-suck it mommy" He nods with a whimper when you take just the head into your mouth, gently nursing from, your tongue swirling around in gentle circles making him sob. “Oh-f-fuck-mmph-please-don’t stop-”
“But I sucked it a little for you baby” you pull off, leaving his harder than ever cock bobbing between his legs, “isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Suck it a lot, all of it, please”
“Here?” You lick up his shaft, avoiding him where he needs you most, making him more desperate. He tosses off the rest of his clothes, shaking his head with glassy eyes, especially when you suck on one of his balls instead. “Or here?”
“No mommy, suck-suck my-” he nearly babbles, his swollen head aching with need, he wants you to lap and suck the prettiest, most sensitive, pinkest part off him.
“Here mommy!” He nearly cries, pushing his silky tip between your lips, tears slipping down his face when he breeches your throat. You moan, grabbing his thighs and letting him rut into your mouth like a greedy puppy, balls hitting your chin while he gently ups your face. His lip is caught between his teeth watching his length fill your mouth.
Just imagine soft and desperate he’s going to be if you pull off him and push him to bed. He’s so deep in subby space all he can do is whine with grabby hands, humping against you when you straddle him. His cock is slotted between your folds making a mess all over your clit.
“So messy baby” you take his thumb and bring it to your clit letting him feel how wet you are combined with his arousal.
“S’wet mommy” he continues to chase the feeling of you, rolling his hips up. You help him put it in, sinking down on his cock and Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to do anything, immediately planting his feet against the mattress and fucking up into your soaked cunt. “MMPH- feels so good!”
I want him so needy, he wraps his arms around your body and rolls over so he’s on top, bringing his knee up to fuck you as deep as he could go. He’s hitting that spot with sloppy thrusts, your moans and cries making his cock throb. He wants to go on forever, just stay like this in your arms with his hard cock pumping you full, you feel to good for him to hold it, he wishes he could keep going-
“M’cummingggg” is all the warning he’s able to give you, giving into the pleasure that makes his balls so heavy and full, so much cum shooting from his tip, trembling and shivering in its each pulse of his dick. “There’s so much, hng mommy help”
“Let it out baby boy” you rub your hand up and down his spine and Bucky could cry. In fact he does. How did he get so so lucky with such a pretty angel who made him feel so good and also held and soothed him through his most vulnerable moments. He stays there until he’s all nice and empty, snuggled into you until he realizes he needs to take care of you.
“Bucky, what are you-
“Want to make you cum” he pouts, pulling out and making his way down between your legs. He doesn’t give a fuck that his cum he dripping out of your cunt, smearing all over his chin, the taste of him mixed with you making him hard again. Licking up his cum from your pussy makes him feral, no other man getting to have you like this, only him. Only his cum was allowed to bust and claim you all over, creamy slick covering your clit. You nearly scream when he latches onto your nub, alternating between soft kitten licks and suckling.
By the end of the night he’s only satisfied after pulling 2 orgasms out of you, now sleeping with your nipple between his lips.
Pairing: Bookstore-Owner Bucky x Plus-size female character (named removed)
Background: An edited scene from an AU story where Bucky owns a bookstore and falls in love with a customer.
Summary: Really short snippet of Bucky and his girlfriend having sex after closing.
Warnings: 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content. Dirty talk.
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Bucky closed up the bookstore over an hour ago, prepping everything for an easy start tomorrow morning. He’d usually be on his way home by now, but just as he was locking up, his girlfriend surprised him with an unexpected visit, showing off her new floral sundress. Spring was finally starting to make an appearance and she was taking full advantage of it, the dress hugging all her curves.
He had barely gotten the door locked before he pulled her close, telling her how beautiful she was, playfully begging her to wear dresses more often. And now, said dress was currently bunched up around her waist, Bucky’s firm grip on her hips keeping the soft material in place, allowing him to watch her pussy swallow his cock as he takes her from behind. He goes slow, listening to her breathy moans and needy whines, unable to tear his gaze away from the way her ass moves each time he bottoms out.
“Stay just like that,” he groans, angling his hips in a way that makes her entire body shudder with pleasure, each thrust hitting all the right places. Even if he wasn’t currently keeping her in place, she’s not sure she could do anything other than hold on to the bookshelf in front of her, her fingers gripping the wood for support. He’s already made her come once with his fingers, but he’s never satisfied with just one. He’ll pull every orgasm out of her that he can until she’s completely spent.
Bucky keeps talking to her, telling her how good she feels, how perfect she is, his praise making her walls tighten around him, her wetness dripping down her thighs. He’s the only man that’s ever been able to make her come without touching her clit, and she can feel it building, her thighs starting to tense. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he says, one hand moving up along her spine to grip the back of her neck as he starts to increase his pace, “look at you, taking my cock so well…. Gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
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【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.
『W.C』 : 2.14k
-> Genre: Smut. Fantasy. Demon Au
Paring: Gargoyle!Bucky x Human!Reader
[Warnings] : Public sex [in a garden] sex in the rain. Oral [both receiving] fingering, clit play. Cum play-ish. Making out. Swearing. Pet names. use of the name Soldat. allusion of Hydra in old timey lore. Demonic and religious concepts. Dirty talk. Cemie pie. Squirting.
This story is my own flare of the original creators' webcomic. So the lore, characters, and other story design have been tweaked and changed to fit what i wanted to write. Make sure to check out the original author of this wild story.
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You ran faster than your legs could carry you, nearly slipping over even bend and turn you took. The pouring rain had soaked your tunic and all of your undergarments. Your shoes were also squelching with every stomp your feet did. You were in a panic, frantically praying that he would be alright. The priest of your village warned you―more like threatened you―about involving yourself with the devil as he put it. ‘Those beasts are not to be trusted. They are demons in disguise. Filth. Inhuman.’
You obviously ignored the old man, having no time with such lies. That beast was the most kindest creature you know. He was more caring than any human you've ever met. He understood you, heard you, got to know you. Everyone in the village only looked at you as the witch's daughter, the spawn of the devil herself. You were nothing and the only way to be something was to submit. Be one with god, marry the priest and prove you were devoted to the lord.
“Soldat! Soldat where are you!!” You called in the blistering winds, repeating the fake name he gave you when you first met. You see, he was in fact a demon, just like the priest had screamed at you, but he was more. He was a gargoyle, one of Lilith's children, trapped, bound to the ruined castle just beyond the village. One of the priests from the before had managed to get his real name and trap him with a blood curse, locking him to only do the bidding of the said man. But now that Soldat was alone, he had no way to break the curse, living the rest of the days in the place he called home, imprisoned by sunlight. You had climbed stairs and rock structures to get up to one of the garden points in the castle, seeing where your lover usually lays, under a concrete arch, empty and bare. Where was he?
You called again but this time your voice got caught in your throat as a giant rumble crashed down to the earth's core. Soldat’s wings were spread wide, having landed only mere meters from you. His huge form was hunched over, his palms spread out on the wet pavement. He had tears in his cold eyes. “I told you to never come back! Why do you not listen.” his voice bellowed around you into the forestry beyond, having enough power to shake the trees.
“I can’t leave you Soldat. Please.” Your tears were covered by the heavy rain pour, your hair sticking to your red puffy face. You couldn’t just forget about him, not now that he had tainted you. He was yours and you, his. And you were going to fight for it, until your last breath.”Look at me!”
Your yelp got the demon's attention, making him stand at all his height. His fanged mouth growled, annoyed but also riddled with guilt. He would never thought the night he had with you was a mistake. Frankly, it was one, if not the best moment in his lifetime. But he needed to keep his distance from you. He needed you safe. Protected, alive. And he was something that was unable to do so. He was filth. A demon. You are this light. Innocent human. He shouldn’t, he can’t be the one that taints such a delicate flower. “Darling, please. I… I can’t.”
You stomped over to his form pushing on his strong broad chest. He fell with little effort landing on the wet concrete, soaking the fabric that wrapped around his waist. He could have held his ground not letting you move his large body with such ease, but he didn’t want to. He needed you close no matter how hard his mind was fighting him. You wasting no time in locking your lips against his. If talking wasn’t going to work then you were going to show him that he was meant for you. You needed him like the air you breathe and he wasn’t about to make the choice to die and leave you alone on this earth without you trying your best to stop him.
“Don’t leave me.” You whispered against his lips, feeling his long demonic tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned climbing the creature so your legs dangled over each of his crossed thighs. His hand, the same width as your waist, held tightly on your hip while the other cupped your face, holding you firmly in place. His tongue abused your own for a moment, basking in the rain now only lightly pouring. His nose brushed against yours, lips moving from yours, to your jaw, and then to your collarbone.
“I’ll never leave you my flower. I promise. I’m sorry.” His voice was raw, filled with pain and sorrow. He would never want you to fear such a thing but in toe, had made the fear brew from his outburst. You slide down off his lap falling in between his thighs. Your fingers quickly fumble with his cloth before tugging his growing cock free. The cold rain pouring down made the demon hiss, but your warm hands made his mind spin. Your fingers could barely wrap around the almost hardened cock. Now looking at him probably you now wonder how it even fitted in you in the first place. Your mouth took his tip, jaw aching at the sheer size of him. but you bushed forwards sucking on him making him groan, dipping his head backwards. Your mouth felt amazing even if you couldn’t take him whole. Your whimpers and gags vibrated on his cock in the perfect way and your harsh grip was sending him over the edge. “fuck, if you keep going I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”
His growl went straight to your pussy, making you try and take more of him in your mouth, letting saliva drip down your chin, soaking his cock along with his precum. You used one hand to continue stroking him while you used another to slip under your soaked dress, pressing your fingers firmly on your clit. Your moans were the perfect missing piece to send him over the edge, emptying his hot seed down your throat. “Fuck!!” his hand that held your face snaked and tighten in your hair, holding your still as he jerked his hips slightly. You pulled away making some of his juices squirt out on your face.
God, was it a sight to see.
Your wide eyes looking at him with nothing but devotion while covered in his cum. How did he ever get so lucky finding you in such a cruel dark world? He sat up quickly, ripping all the fabric on your body, throwing the drenched tattered material somewhere across the garden. His huge hands gripped our thighs tugging you up until you sat on his chest, feeling some of your juices leak out onto his scarred body. You felt embarrassed, but your lover couldn’t think about anything in that moment other than having your pussy over his face. So with his insane strength, he lauds you forward, letting your cunt meet his lips. He pushed you down light so your body could lay on top of his while on your back. Tilting your face to the right you see his hardening cock twitch. His long demonic tongue licked a strip up your slit making your whole body visibly shivers. Your nails digging into his hips trying to hold onto any part of his giant frame. “Ffffucckk please!”
His tongue enters you, fucking you slowly as one of his hands lays flat on your tummy pushing pressure onto your body and making your toes curl. His other hand that still gripped tightly on your inner thigh opens slightly so his large thumb could reach your clit, pressing harshly on your nub. He could eat you for hours and never get tired of the way your body moves, the way it responds to every touch he gives or the way you moan and whimper his name over and over again. It was like an angel singing. Elegant, perfect and pure
“Hmm come.” His voice was almost not audible as he kept eating you like a starved beast making the vibrations hit just the right spot to send you reeling over the edge. He gave you no time to relax after your high though as your demonic lover picked you up with no effort at all and bend you over the concrete statue seat that he would sit at for centuries waiting for freedom. All your clothing had been ripped and torn away at this point leaving you completely baring in the cold dark night. The rain had not stopped but only got lighter for a moment before pouring some more. You would surely get sick after this encounter if you were not to leave at this moment. But neither of you made an effort to find shelter or privacy. No, he needed you now just as much as you to him. “Deep breaths Darling.”
His deep grumble was almost lost under the loud blanket of rain echoing in the night. But luckily you hear him, taking a deep breath, steadying yourself on the rock. The tip of his cock rubbed against your soaked folds, before inching in slowly. The burn was pleasurable but still painful. But you couldn’t care at this moment. Another inch went in and the demon had to pace himself, screaming over and over in his mind not to just snap his hips, making you take his cock in one quick swoop. No, he needed patience, even though he was no patient creature. But he managed to find some, only for you. Once he was able to completely bottoming you out. You were both a panting and moaning mess. Your whines didn’t stop as he started to buck his hips in and out. In and out. Testing the waters, seeing what you could handle. And once he saw a green light, his grip on your hips tightened as he began to ruthlessly fuck you against the rough concrete.
Your screams caught the breeze, shattering through the heavy sound of rain. He had turned you around in one single movement need to to feel your body close to his. Your legs couldn’t even wrap fully around your lovers huge waist as he continued fuck you hard and quick.
“Fuck Darling. You feel so good. So tight. Taking my monster cock in such a small body. Good girl.” he snapped his hips with every word. “My. Good. Girl.”
It didn’t take you long for your band in your tummy to tighten. You were so close to the edge and you needed just a little extra. Just a little more. And The demon seemed to read your body like his favourite book, pinching your clit with his large fingers you whaled his name squirting all over his cock. “PLease fuck argh. Your cock is so good. Fuckkk.”
He growled like an animal, latching his sharp teeth on your soft shoulder, wrapping his muscular arms around your tiny human frame. He picked you up, fucking upwards in a new angle. Your body was like a rag doll, letting him fuck you in any position he seemed fit. His wings caged you, almost like he was protecting you while he also ruining you.
For a beast that seemed to only want to fuck, he cared so much about you. Without him ever saying it, he knew you were the love of his life and he was willing to die for you. Heck, he had already killed for you. And he could kill again if you asked. No matter what the code says about demons hurting humans. He would gladly serve an eternal sentence if it means hurting the ones who hurt you first.
“I’m gonna cum in this ruined cunt of you. Hmm, baby. You gonna take this demon seed?”
“Yes, yes. Please. Give it to me.” and with your soft submissive cries he came deep in your cunt. Filling your full. His come mixed with yours, spilling down his legs, before washing away on the wet floor. His cock slipped out of you but he did not let you down. No, he opened his wings and took off towards the castle without another world. He held you tightly as you watched the garden where he had just defiled you disappear into your view. He was taking you back to his den. The home he had to made for himself. Away from any human or beast's eye.
Were he could tend to you and make sure you were okay and possibly―Most definitely―fuck you some more.
warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, explicit content, answering the phone while having sex, mild spanking. let me know if i missed anything.
a/n: listen, i'm trying to come up with new stuff but it's really hard for me rn, so pls enjoy this other orphaned work from ao3 that i'm bringing back here bc i'm an idiot. k thenks ilysm. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged and appreciated ♡
Bucky has you face down, ass up, fucking into you roughly. He’s dragging moans and whimpers from deep within you, hitting all the right places. He brings his hand down to smack your ass.
“Fuck,” you gasp, clenching around his cock.
You hear him chuckle behind you. He does it again, and again, sending your pleasure soaring higher and higher. You’re sure your orgasm is just on the cusp… when his phone rings. Obviously, you expect him to ignore it. You don’t expect him to slam into you, and then pause suddenly.
“No, no,” you whine, trying to wriggle your hips to get him moving again as your pleasure winds down to a low hum.
He shushes you, squeezing your hip. You see his arm reach to the side where his phone rests on the sheets. You watch, bewildered, as he presses a button and lifts it to his ear.
“This is James,” he says as he answers.
You throw a wild look his way, silently asking him what the fuck he’s doing. His lips tilt up in a half grin.
“Oh, Mr. Hudson, so nice to hear from you,” he greets pleasantly, at the same time he drags his cock out slowly. He thrusts back in and continues. “I hadn’t expected a call until tomorrow.” A pause. “No, I’m not busy. What do you need?”
He lazily fucks you as he holds a conversation with the supposed Mr. Hudson, and all you’re able to do is lie there and take it. You do your best to be quiet, lest the man on the other end of the phone hear you and therefore what James is doing to you, but Bucky gives you a rough thrust, his cock hitting a spot that makes you cry out. He quickly bends, wrapping his hand around your mouth, but still never stopping his thrusting.
Your breathing turns harsh, little moans coming out muffled against his hand. He shoves his phone between his cheek and shoulder, using his now free hand to pull you up until your back is pressed against his chest.
“Sure, we can set up a meeting. When is best for you?”
With one hand still covering your mouth, his other slides down your torso until it slips between your legs, his fingers setting a quick rhythm on your clit. You whimper as you throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder.
“Sounds great. I’ll see you then, sir.”
He’s barely hung up the phone when he tosses it on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast, pinching at your nipples and biting marks into your neck and shoulder. You’re a mess; noises being wrenched from you, sweat dripping down your back. Bucky’s panting against your skin as he gets closer and closer to climax.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says breathlessly.
A few more thrusts and you gasp, back arching, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, and then your body shudders, thighs shaking and trying to close around his hand. He groans as you clench around him, his rhythm faltering before he, too, stills. His hands surely leave bruises where they’re gripping you, but you’ll wear them with pride.
You both catch your breath for a moment, but then you reach behind you and pinch his thigh.
“Ow! What was that for?” he asks, rubbing at the sore spot.
“If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll punch you in the dick,” you threaten halfheartedly.
He laughs and kisses you on the cheek, winking when you glare at him over your shoulder.
